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Nigga want hundeds, hundeds, I need money money Nigga want hundeds, hundeds, Nigga I need money money Nigga hundeds hundeds hundeds Nigga money money money
1] The biggest fast time is rhyme the crime Its been the same man since the became mine I spot four one of these at the same Looking like Snoop Dogg in eighty-nine Do I give a fuck, no I have I just blow my and take a bubble bath I laugh at these niggaz, I aint mad at you Cause half of you niggaz cant even fuck me I'm on it cause I'm so city And town that I roll through I leave my G prints LBC, now that's I represent, can ya feel it (Eastside) I'm hotter than a of fish grease in a skillet I say what up to all the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the dealers See I'm from you either rate us, hate us or steal us And right about now all the cap peelers feel us
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2] Money, is everything It's the to the fiend the king to the queen It supreme It's the crop to the (say what) It's a po man, no man, its dream Money, mo money, get But make sure you know your folks don't get funny Everybody claiming that they down on luck While I'm fresh like a million bucks I throw on my black socks my all gold chucks Now lets see which one of my trucks we gone use To slide away, (where we going) to Snoop World fucking U.S.A Its all a dream, and dreams can come If it happen for me, it can happen for you Meech from the beach, he keep shit And everything he touch guaranteed to go
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3] Ya got to have cash to make it these And you can make at least one of a different ways You can holler at the homie and get a dope track And write you a rap, and try to get you to Or you stand on the streets and holler and wine You can up insane, twenty crip or one nine I chose DP cause financially money money that's all a nigga see See to get it, is to have it, interstate, maintain, get broke and fail the game You might catch me in Brooklyn man hanging out with my sons and god sons, cause it's a thing Or you can me in Oakland, or I might be on my way back to the west coast Still smoking, with a of that shit Waiting for me at the crib with my dogs my wife and my two kids, getting
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[Ad libs over For all the niggaz out there their money is the root of all evil huh You what I mean, we living in hell So fuck, get money man I at shit like this: The mother fuckers don't got money, they doing bad and they give a fuck and they rob they steal they kill And the mother fuckers that got money, they you know they can't it So I mean, whats your you wanna with it our without it, shit I'm bout it I got to have it, you me
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